I stood at the doorway waiting to bring in the Jell-o for the game to see who could eat it the fastest through a straw. My eyes watched the room from afar. Looking at the wide range of emotions on the kids’ faces and seeing their reactions to counting stickers. When I looked closer, I saw and felt hope. These kids live at Hope House. A House that can be filled with Hope. An expectation of things to come, the potential for changed lives filled the room.
Suddenly, my attention turned to a cry from outside the room with commotion. I turned to see what happened. Katleho (above) sat on the floor crying. I asked what had happened to find out that he had fallen forward with his head hitting the floor first. A bump already popped out and a previous scar from another fall stood out. My heart reached out with my hands as I tried to hold his hand. The caretaker tried to drag him to his feet by grabbing his hand, but I went behind asking if I could carry him into the kitchen. I picked him up, not noticing the wetness, and sat with him on the floor. I asked the caretakers about Katleho’s seizures and if he was taking his medicine along with if he was up for adoption.
Desperately, I wanted to take him home with me along with all the other kids. I wanted to hold them in my arms and give them the one-on-one attention they crave. Yet, more than that, I wanted to show them that I believe in them. I believe they can. I don’t want to say, “I can do this for you.” I want to empower them and overwhelm them with love. To feel the weight of the glory of God and the weight of His love for them.
1 Corinthians 13:7 “Love bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything”
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this was so good.
thanks! i love those kids a lot…